Happy new year!
Tis a day that brings us one day closer to our impending doom! And with that, I bid you all a step towards death. The reality of this situation and the irony of our predicament doesn't escape me.
What am I doing?
Inner peace feels like cherries in spring and the leaves in August. It's like scratching an itch. Like finding a perfect puddle of water.
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